The honey-badger and I live a relatively small life. Mine smaller than his. I don't have a storage unit, for instance -- his is so packed, I fear it will spontaneously explode. I prefer small and organized to large and in total disarray. Po-TA-to, Po-TAAAA-To. That battle will go on... probably forever, and that's ok. The universe needs balance, right?

The Big Deal

With that said, on my birthday this year and he had a "living large" experience planned out for me. He's taking me to Ashville, NC, where he's booked us a couple nights in the fanciest Bed and Breakfast I've ever seen. For those two nights we will have "living large" luxury -- and I must admit, I'm really looking forward to it! It was such a surprise, and the anticipation is keeping me giggling and smiling.

He's talking about going to tour Biltmore, which he claims has a fireplace so enormous that our entire little cabin would fit inside. I know what he's trying to do (you know, besides give me a birthday of a lifetime) -- he's trying to convert me to the desire to live large. It won't work, of course, but I do plan to enjoy his valiant attempts. Besides, being able to go and enjoy the living large lifestyle on occasion, and then return to our tiny house and continue on my path to downsizing, will be fun. Variety is the spice of life.

This approach seems so much nicer (and more fiscally and psychologically sound) than those people who live large and struggle to maintain it all and vacation by visiting a rustic cabin in the middle of the woods. ;)

Update: Photos from the trip